So glad ‘I can keep my doctors on my new insurance plan’
My endocrinologist’s next opening is June 07, 2027
Today I got a reminder call for tomorrow’s appointment with the insomnia specialist
Had to take a pass on the meeting, for it wasn’t in my book
As the year I made it, (2014) I had not by insomnia been overtook
And as for my Primary Care Physician, before I saw him, he retired
So I saw his partner, who with duct tape together had been wired
I asked him if he was actually a PCP for car mechanics
He smirked, then howled ~ said he’s just obsessive-manic
The world seems dark
devoid of any spark
darkness overtook light
world seems to fight.
Laughter is gone
world races along
faster in pace
hurry to no place.
We forgot our place
in this man made race
good is evil, evil is good
forgot what we should.
As we awaken
our core is shaken
been groomed to believe
but we were deceived.
We have a thing called hope
to deception say nope
listen to our soul
inside we really know.
When we awaken to their game
the world will not be the same
one small voice
it is a matter of choice.
She saw everything in shades of black
Nothing seemed to touch her bitter heart
A dark cloud followed above her head
She wouldn’t or couldn’t crack a smile
Permanent shadows overtook her mind
Her so-called friends avoided her
She envied everyone’s good fortune
Bad luck and misfortune were on her tail
She let on that she couldn’t understand
But we all recognized a magnet’s power
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
He came to the ward
as a day case
for minor surgery
but when he came round
Graham was sobbing
overwhelmed
overcome with grief.
As a farmer
he had kept on
kept going
through one task after another
making sure all was done
until he had to stop
for surgery.
It was then
only then
that his loss caught up
overtook him
laid him flat.
How could he go back
to that empty home
without Alison
his beloved.
From day case
he was transferred
to mental health care
for grief work
until his soul caught up
adjusted
to the sad reality.
“The future is an unimagined landscape” – Thomas S. Monson
I look back at my yesterdays -
my childhood anxieties, yet oh, there also were
so many simple glories and delights.
Summers were ice cream days and firefly nights.
Fall was back-to-school and trick-or-treat anticipation.
Winter brought snow escapades and Yultide fun.
Before my adulthood had begun,
no concept of my future did I have beyond my dreams:
pure fantasy – naive romantic notions.
There are no magic potions.
Life overtook me; I’ve learned that the future for myself
as I had pictured it was not to be.
Where I’ve ended up, I do not see
fireflies. Christmas wonder too has disappeared,
along with the thrill of Halloween.
Decades since my age of sweet sixteen,
I find myself with trials entirely unforeseen.
There is also good, and still I am alive.
There are certain ways in which I thrive.
My family, hobbies, and poetry sustain me now although
years in my profession have turned to dust.
Onto new horizons I am thrust.
Technology, strange health issues, and perilous world conditions
have formed a landscape unimagined in my youth.
Constance's contest, "Dream Within A Dream". Poem written: 09/14/2025
Falling, falling, gliding, boom~ land
My dream overtook me
Wonder enveloped through night's arms
Taking me home to see
A gentle breeze becomes the muse
Through the endless dark night
Having a dream within a dream
Moonbeams lead to the light
A wand was weaving stars
Their radiant glow kissed like dew
Inspiring my soul's flow
Reach, climb, touch, grasp hold, a breakthrough
Then the silent dawn cracked
I embraced my dreams in quick flight
Results being gob smacked
Now that dew adorns earth's soft face
Dreams revealed my unfinished trip
A journey needs to be taken
A trip within places
That sometimes disgraces
Those silver threads stitched hopes and dreams
Are tattered with broken spaces
Gentle whispers weave light
Inspiring a poet's destined place
From dreams, sunbeams lead to new light
I was in a bah humbug mood this year
When the exquisite beauty of a gold ornament overtook me
She walked me into a world of snowflakes and tinsel
Sprinkling hope and joy into my feeling mainstay
Reminding me that Christmas can be more than Santa
It was impossible to stay bland or mean
When she was in the room twinkling with Christmas spirit
Angels must have fashioned this one;
She was unique, a quintessential reminder of joy
Happiness shoved anger out of my head
I rubbed my fingers across this delicate ornament
Feeling the Christmas tree, stars, snowflakes and such
With every bauble, dip and edge, hopefulness manifested
Chasing away all of my former blues and woes.
Tired Fairy Granny did sit
Upon the sunflower's brown seed.
As dragonfly round her did orbit,
Then from her small hand did feed.
As darkness overtook the sky,
Fairy Gran needs to babysit.
She will have to be rested to fly,
And get there lickety-split.
The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade,
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above,
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
The words of the many came out to a new call, soon to be damned
The words of the paper overtook the red ink and made the pages blue
The results eventually would be the words and marks of the damned
Oh! my, how did the cries of striped doves go into the air as they flew
Over 240 counts for a person to become the new jester
The mind of the stuttering fool destroyed the elephant’s long trunk
Let us look and see how this person will fester
Oh! Did all of us become oblivious to this funk?
Stopping by the woods in the bleak mid-winter is better
Especially than the fall of the autumn leaves
The shop has the concern of the people from your letter
There is no reason to sharpen your cleaves
We are the reaper of our crop
We must find the water to clean the shop
These waves crash hard into me like I am a greater force to conquer than the very shore it swore to forever be enemies with
The storm rolls in, a cavalry of raindrops assault my skin, and I just sit there and take it
What power do I know?
Your current pulled me in and it was your charm that held me under
Maybe drowning would finally bring this battle to an end, the white flag did nothing for me anyhow
But what mercy does nature know?
Living must inevitably meet dying
The ocean rises to any occasion it gets to swallow prey whole
I was caught in the crossfire of a battle centuries older than myself
I was a sacrifice for someone else's temporary greater good
I only realized it too late
I am no Odysseus, I lie with the bones of the giants who overtook me
I stare into the evil eye of the storm with no such luxury as a sword to fight against what is to come
Courage is unkind, but it is my sharpest of knives
And with it the wild tides finally retreat
The moisture from this
Morning’s dew
Supplemented natures
Humidity and hue
Plants as if living
And growing so big
Overtook the yard
Prompting me to dig
Holes of future
Bulbs and seeds
Eradicating the overgrown
Senseless weeds
Of ivy and oak
And all the rest
Mother Nature doesn’t
Always know what’s best
Those New Gods
evacuate the violence
simulating patience
they were once created
to guide us, they overtook us
snapped our heads off
every time we thought of violence
Those New Gods
came to reconcile us
with the act of servile silence
we lay down let them take us
like we were beacons
hearts captitulated in black boxes
without god heads or sirens
Those New Gods
with voices like cured codex
placed us like cellos
between steel tight legs
we were smaller violins
our bows vaccuous and vain
crushed on Love
from the Tree
we were plucked
divineless
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I opened a large book- my rose to lay
aft lifted from his graveside to my breast.
Oh, yes- God stood beside me on that day
and led me to the place where it would rest.
One night I prayed to Him- please send a sign
my father was at peace in Heaven's light
with everlasting life and soul divine-
which I felt true- but longed to know was right.
Some days passed by and in the opened book
I read the words beneath the wilted rose.
Emotions flowed, and teardrops overtook-
as God, beside me, banished all my woes.
The rose lay on a poem named “The Grave.”
Its words by Robert Blair, bode life anew.
In God's eternal life, great hope it gave;
and so I knew this answer made it true.
This miracle now rules my soul and heart.
Oh, yes- God stood beside me on that day.
Now I believe that death is a new start-
as proved to me with words- where my rose lay.
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